The weird atmosphere spread. The barber bowed his head to make a model for Ao Xue. Ding Yiyi sat aside. It was rare that Ao Xue did not embarrass her today. She also had time to be dazed.

I don't know how long I sat there until the hair on her shoulder was slightly picked up, Ao Xue hung her head behind her, and Ding Yiyi's soft hair was played with her fingers.

The same hairstyle makes the five senses of two people similar. Ao Xue whispers, "Look, now we are more like each other."

"You're bored." Ding Yiyi looked at the snow in the mirror, but her heart was...